Dirty Cop

Chapter 5

1st Person POV: Grimmjow

Two weeks later

Beep… Beeeep… Beeeeeep… Beeeeeeeeeeeeep…

With a long groan, I sluggishly opened my sleep-heavy eyes to glare at the alarm clock. It was flashing the numbers 6, 0, and 0.

6:00am was the exact same time I've been waking up since High school. You'd think my body would be used to getting up at such an ungodly hour by now.

Raising my arm, I slammed my palm against the off button, making the annoying thing shut the fuck up.

I was tempted to stay in bed today, just because I had a hard time getting to sleep last night, but… I knew better. I knew I'd eventually get a call telling me I have to do this or that.

Shirosaki loves fucking with me and making me do all the damn dirty work.

Fuck it…

By 8:00 I was showered, dressed, and fed. I was now sitting on my trusty, old, beaten couch… wondering, not for the first time, how that Ichigo kid was doing. He looked fuckin' terrified when I left him like that. I guess I should've given him a warning or something…

But I couldn't do anything for the poor kid anyway! Because, I mean—I'd only just met the kid, and even though we bonded and… yea okay—maybe I did really like him… but I wasn't about to risk Nel getting hurt.

It was kinda scary how much I connected with him. Even when he fell asleep on my lap and clung to me on the bed. I had to admit—it was fuckin' cute.

There's not much for me to worry about now though. Knowing Shiro, he probably raped the kid and slit his throat, because that's just how ruthless the maniac is.

I've witnessed him do it a couple times.

Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock KNOCK KNOCK KNOCKKNOCK

"Fuck! I'm comin'! Hold your goddamned horses!" I shouted, but the knocking didn't actually stop until I finally slammed the door open, my face set into a snarl. However, my glare instantly withered when I saw my little sister standing there. "What's wrong…?" I asked when I saw the frazzled look on her face. Her sea-green hair was in disarray, as if she'd just run a couple of miles—judging by her flushed cheeks, that's probably what she did.

"How could you let them take him!"

Well shit.

"Who?" I tried to act stupid so she would stop yelling, but that only seemed to make things worse.

"Ichigo!" She screamed and then she slammed the door shut to express how enraged she really was.

I didn't know what to say.

What could I say?

"WELL!" She shouted, fire practically spewing from her lips. I hate to admit that I was a little frightened.

"I—…"

I… looked down and backed away until I could collapse back onto my couch.

"Dammit Nel… you know as well as I do tha' there's nothin' I coulda done… He—" My voice caught in my throat when she raised her fist, as if she were about to punch me right in the nose.

But she didn't.

Her face fell and her expression turned sullen.

"Well there's something you can do now… Ulquiorra came to my apartment a few minutes ago," Hearing that the emotionless prick was anywhere near her, I was about to get up and murder him, but Nel quickly pushed me back onto the couch. "He told me… to tell you… that we're free." When she looked up, her eyes were watery and a small smile was on her lips.

"Whaddaya mean… 'free'?" I asked, suddenly very, very bewildered.

"Ichigo… he made a deal with Shirosaki, and now Shiro said that he'll leave me alone. That means you're free to leave! You don't have to listen to him anymore!" She explained excitedly while hugging my head.

I had to spit out a few strands of her hair before I could talk properly.

"…What was Ichi's part o' the deal?"

Her arms suddenly wrapped more tightly around me, and she was on the verge of crying again.

Fuck… Damn women and their raging hormones.

"He said that… he would stay with Shirosaki… and continue being his partner."

Well that doesn't make me feel guilty whatsoever.

"And that's why you have to do something!" Oh here she goes with the yelling again. Sometimes I don't think she understands that my hearing is perfectly fine.

"What the hell'm I supposed ta do? HUH?" I asked with a growl. I don't usually show true anger towards Nel, but this whole situation with Ichigo was getting me all worked up.

It really shouldn't though… 'cause I barely know the guy.

"You are going to go to the police station and you're going to tell Renji and Rukia everything! You can tell them where he is!" She growled right back, making me sigh.

I slowly rubbed the back of my neck as I closed my eyes.

"Nel…" I started, "That 'aint gonna work…" Before she could start yelling again, I started explaining. "If I know Shirosaki—and trust me, I do—then he's probably already moved the kid somewhere else." Shirosaki wasn't our boss for nothing. He's fucking smart, and he has so many damn connections. It's not surprising that the whole damn city doesn't know a thing about him.

Nel looked really lost now—as if I'd just plucked the last bit of hope she had from her trembling fingers.

"But… you would know where they'd take him… wouldn't you?" She asked, and I could clearly hear the desperation in her voice.

Another long sigh tore from my throat.

"I'll see what I can do" I mumbled and hope sparked back into her big, baby-ish eyes.

— About a half hour later –

"Go on." She urged with a push forward, but it was as if my feet were glued to the ground. Last time I came to a place like this (not this same department exactly) I was practically chased out. I was still having doubts about this…

But I'm not a pussy that runs away. I'm a man dammit!

Or that's what I kept telling myself in order to ignite some kind of motivation in me.

Apparently it worked, because, after a minute, I found myself standing before the front desk.

The place was practically empty, save for one or two cops chatting in the corner and the cute receptionist lady.

"Hello, sir! May I help you?" She asked me with this huge smile on her round, girlish face. She had kind, grey-ish eyes and long strawberry blond hair which she dressed up into a loose bun.

"Uhm… yea." I mumbled, my eyes shifting nervously. "I would like ta speak to a… Renji and Rukia… It's very important." I added the last part when it looked like she was about to say I couldn't see them. She remained quiet for a moment, but then she started smiling again.

"What's your name, sir?" She asked politely.

"Grimmjow." I answered, unwilling to give up my whole name—not that that would help, since there aren't many people with my name.

"Okay Grimmjow. I'll call them up and see if they're not too busy." She said and then she began humming a little as she started dialing a number into the telephone beside her.

I waited patiently.

"Ah yes! Hi Renji, this is Orihime. I've got a man here who wants to speak with you and Rukia. Are you—" She was silent for a second. "Okay, I'll send him right in." She hung up before looking at me. "You're lucky. They just finished for the day." She stood and motioned for me to follow her.

Man… This was a real pain in the ass.

And I don't see why Neliel didn't come with me. She knew the people here, so she'd probably have a better time explaining things to them.

Once we went down a hallway and through some double doors, I found myself in a large room. There were two rows of large desks. Behind each desk was someone and they were either on the phone or going through files. There were at least twenty other people in the room walking around and talking, all of them dressed in cop uniforms.

"This way." Orihime said while walking towards another hall.

Down the hall were many different doors, which I could only assume were offices.

We finally stopped by a door near the end, and on it said 'Lieutenant Abarai'.

Orihime rapped her knuckles on the door and we waited for the 'come in' before doing so. As soon as I was inside she gave me a small, reassuring smile before leaving and shutting the door.

My eyes shifted towards the two people in the room with me, and my eyes widened when I actually recognized them.

They were the fucking cops that we shot at in the fucking bank.

"Fuck." I mumbled, and I took a step back as they practically growled at me.

Well I guess they recognize me too.

"You!" The redhead, who I assumed was Renji, snarled and I had to dodge a fist that came straight for my jaw.

"Dammit! Look! I 'aint here to fight!" I tried to explain, but my temper was starting to rise, and the Rukia chick wasn't helping—she just stood there and watched everything unfold with this blank look on her face. I hate that look. Aizen always uses it.

While I was preoccupied with glaring at her, Renji took the opportunity to pounce. My arm smashed against the desk on my way to the floor, and my head collided unpleasantly with the ground—the carpeting did nothing to soften the blow.

Strong hands gripped my shirt and pulled me up so I was staring straight into an angered face.

"What the fuck did you guys do with Ichigo?" He growled, and I would've been more than happy to answer, but, unfortunately, his anger was feeding mine.

"Maybe if ya'd get yer fuckin' hands offa me then I'd tell ya!" I snapped.

He hesitated for a moment, seemingly unwilling to release me, but common sense must've won over, because he helped me up and finally let go.

"What're you doing here?" He asked, all the while trying not to growl. My gaze shifted back and forth between the two as I tried to calm my nerves.

"It's… I might know where Ichi is, and Neliel said tha' ya guys would be willin' ta help." I explained while taking a seat in the chair beside me.

"And why would you be willing to help us, when you were the one that dragged him away?" The Rukia chick finally spoke, but she didn't seem angry—just… sad.

I grumbled softly to myself as I reached into my jacket pocket. Both Renji and Rukia narrowed their eyes at me when I brought out a pack of cigarettes.

Good ole' cancer sticks.

"Sorry, but I gotta 'ave a light for this." I blew out a soft sigh as I brought one the sticks to my lips. I lit it up with my lighter and took a long drag as I leaned back into the chair comfortably. Renji's crimson eyes were watching as the smoke seeped from my open mouth, only to be breathed back in through my nose. He musta thought it was pretty hot, because he wouldn't stop watching. "Fuck. Alright." I said when my muscles finally relaxed (but not too relaxed. Letting your guard down around cops was just being careless)

Rukia took the seat behind the desk while Renji sat atop said desk, both facing me.

"Before I start ta tattletale on the guys I've been workin' wit fer the past 9 years… I wantchya to know that everythin' I tell ya does not leave this room."

Rukia was the first to protest.

"But how can we—" I was quick to interrupt her.

"You'll be able ta get him back. Don't worry. I'll be helpin' ya. But if you tell anybody else abou' what I'm gonna tell ya… then it would most likely wind up wit' the fuckin' media…" I took another long drag of the fag to calm my rattled nerves, "and if tha' happens… honestly—as cliché as it sounds—all fucking hell will break loose…"